0 comments/ 21332 views/ 2 favorites Mad Juana's Lament Ch. 01 By: gingerfx Dark eyes. Dark almond shaped eyes. They stare back at me from the looking glass, the distorted image of what I am and what I could be. I am accursed and damned, as surely as any other lover's fool. At the age of seventeen, my mother and father betrothed me to Philip the Handsome of Austria. It was a fatal error that has jeopardized my now immortal soul. Adios Mio. When I at last turned eighteen, they put together a fleet of ships to sail me to my new home. After months at sea, tired and weathered the creaking sea vessels washed ashore in the Low Countries. I had been apprehensive about my first encounter with my new beloved. I had not long to wait, and when at last we met I found myself face to face with someone whose smile melted the melancholy that surrounded my heart since the day I was put upon this earth. So entranced was he that he immediately called for a cleric to marry us so that he might take me into his bedchambers. And oh how I trembled under his touch. His hands trailed over my virgin flesh as though he were perusing the skin of an angel. His mouth covered mine, my heart dashing against my breasts, as though it would burst forth from my chest. He led me into the room, the only sound between us being the breath escaping my parted lips. My lips felt a tingle with desire, trembling as I waited for love's one true kiss. Philip. Though neither of us possessed tongues capable of producing one another's language, we found ourselves entranced by the simple fire our palms pressed together could ignite in our bodies. He began by taking the pins from my hair. He kissed my long raven locks, pressing my hair into his hand, bringing the scented strands up to his delicate nose. His slender fingers trailing over the contours of my ivory face, the flush creeping into my cheeks, as the warmth overcame my being. The fire crackled casting its yellow hue upon the floor, alighting on the deep red velvet coverlet on the bed. I knew we would end up there. I knew my flesh would be beneath his hungry gaze. I wanted to reveal myself to him. My eyes looked into his, questioning, asking him to guide me in this new endeavor, this coupling of man and woman, husband and wife. He brought my trembling hands to his lips, turning them over to kiss my palms. Sliding his hands beneath the fabric of my sleeves, he sank to his knees bringing his head to rest against my stomach. I cradled his head against me, my hands running through his sandy hair, awash in every newfound sensation. Gripping the bottom of my bodice, those deft fingers slowly undid the strings that bound me. My flesh peaked through the thin fabric of the chemise I wore beneath. He slipped my skirt down my slender legs, kissing the soft skin, worshipping me as his beloved. He motioned for me to lift my arms over my head, I obliged, giggling when his hands tickled my ivory flesh whilst he removed the chemise, exposing me to his gaze and his touch. With a small laugh, he swept me up into his arms, carrying me towards the bed. He threw me down upon it, gripping my legs by the ankles to bring me to the edge of the bed. Wide eyed, I watched in awe as he revealed his form to me, the flesh between his legs sliding against my thighs as he bent his head to kiss me. Those two perfect lips pressed to mine, a groan welling from within my chest. A gentle moan escaping between kisses. He allowed those gentle fingers to dance over my thighs, coming to rest upon my mound, I gasped as those fingers parted me. Those fingers parted me and played upon me, exalting in the wetness of my virgin flesh. His mouth came to claim mine, over and over again, conquering my heart. His hand ascended upon me, ever moving and fluttering against me. Until at last, I broke away from his kiss, his hands building a sensation within me, the tempo and beating bringing me ever closer. Leaning my head back against the velvet coverlet, I cried out in ecstasy as his flesh became one with mine in one simple thrust. He pierced my virgin flesh, my body quivering, and my hands gripping his arms. He sat within me, waiting for the slight pain to leave my body. Those two perfect eyes searched mine for some acknowledgement that this dance between lovers could move on. I bit my lip and nodded for him to begin anew. I wanted the dance to build the fire within me until my flesh literally made us both go up in flame. Each movement, each thrust, making me cry out in delight. I panted beneath him. I writhed. He gripped the supple flesh of my young breasts, my nipples pert at the promise of kisses, his tongue darting over each one. His body continued moving in and out. His lips searching for mine. Sliding his hands under my hips, he tilted me towards him as he sank himself within me. My hands searched for something to hold on to, as he pulled me to the edge of the bed, pulled me into him. I dug my hands into that soft velvet coverlet, closing my eyes, my legs gripping his body into mine. "Mi cielo. My heaven" I cried as wave after wave of passion shook me to the core of my being. Washing over and making me cry out, his touch making me crave more. He embraced me, holding me tighter to him, bucking against me. Gazing upon my face, he smiled and kissed me, his tongue seeking out mine. I felt a wanton woman, a sinful devil, and my serpentine tongue matched the lust in his kiss. Picking me up, he turned me over. Slapping my rump to awaken my body from the tingle of slumber, I turned my head and buried it into the covers as he parted me and entered in. Penetrating the folds of my flesh, his hips rocking against my rump, his flesh sliding within me. He reached his hand beneath me, his fingers playing upon me, building me up faster this time. I cried out, my mouth muffled by the bed. The rhythm of his body began to increase, his hands reached for my long dark tresses. He wrapped his fingers within my hair. His hips pounded into me, the slapping of his skin upon mine causing a pleasurable sting, reddening the flesh on my backside. Harder and harder, rubbing against me, his fingers tugging a little more upon my hair, bringing my head up from the covers. Each meeting of our bodies brought a whimper of pleasure from my lips. The tingling crept within me, the tension building between my thighs. Each slap, each jab brought me ever closer. In and out, in and out, the lovers dance ignited one fire after another within me. At last, he plunged deep within me. Moaning he pumped against me, his seed spilling forth into my once chaste body. I was now his wanton maiden, his animalistic lover, and his amorous little fool. I wanted nothing more than to have and to hold him forever. And if we should have never left that bedchamber, my eternity would have been spent there enveloped in his arms. Mad Juana's Lament Ch. 02 Chapter II: The Lover's Tryst We made love more often than we talked. I spent months learning his language, but the language of our bodies seemed to be the only one we needed to speak. Phillip's court was run with the utmost care and supervision. The beauty and splendor of his empire was ever present before me. I, being his wanton fool, was blind to just how much beauty he was inspired by. I had been under the impression that my dark eyes were the only eyes in which he gazed when he penetrated with lust. Feasts are an ever-present function within royal society, serving to keep the nobles somewhat complacent. Their thirst for the thrown thus played out in the bedroom rather than in horrific bloodbaths ending with the bloodshed of kings. I was privy to this aspect of courtly life. I had seen it played out many a time within Castile and Aragon. Yet, I found myself utterly unaware of just how intricate these games of intrigue and lust could be within the very walls where I slept in my marriage bed. I was to beget a prince, a son of a king. And each night within Phillip's arms sufficed to provide a succor so sweet as to make every inch of my body tingle as though I were reaching the gates of heaven. Drink flows...wine, port, and ale. The mind numbs and suddenly words whispered in the ear appear reasonable. This was so, that Midsummer's Eve, when I felt Phillip's lips brush past my ear, like the fires of hell licking at my skin. "Juana, isn't Lady Anne fetching?" My eyes wandered to the fair-haired daughter of a nobleman. Anne was an unmarried woman of Phillip's age, a tiny bit older than I. He pursed his lips together, wetting them with his tongue. His hand meandering over mine, toying with my skin, making a flush rise within my face. I could feel his eyes drinking in my reaction to her. She was truly fetching, her fair hair, green eyes, and ivory skin were worthy of angelic song. "Yes sire, she is quite lovely." The drink clouded my mind. I rested my head upon my hands, the room spinning about me. I watched as Anne tossed her head back, letting out a throaty laugh. The face of this flirtatious minx was swimming before me. She twirled around on the dance floor as she skirted around her partner. "Would it not suite you, my love...to have her?" His lips, his breath, were setting my flesh afire. I looked her over, my eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts, seemingly spilling forth from the bodice of her gown. What would it be like to touch a woman? To taste of her as Phillip tasted of me? Could I make whimpers escape those two perfect petals of her mouth? What would her skin feel like beneath my fingertips? Would her golden hair make a canopy about us as we tousled in bed? Phillip stood and motioned for my hand. I placed my slender hand, palm face down, upon the back of his hand. I smiled at the way Phillip ordered a dance. My skirts brushed against my legs as I twirled around him. I followed the motions, watching the candlelight shimmer over Anne's golden hair. Each movement of her body, I mirrored with mine. Was I so captivating? Phillip and I bowed to one another when the song came to an end. "Juana, what do you say?" His eyes searched mine, the boyish smirk across his lips as he led me away from the dance floor, "Shall we have her come to seek you out later?" I acquiesced, nodding, fully understanding that he desired me to desire her. And so I desired her with the same lust and passion, which I reserved for him. Phillip nodded towards each of our guests, inclining his royal head to bestow favor or withholding to show distaste. Rather than leading me back towards the table, he inclined that royal head towards a servant as if to say, "We are departing, give our regards to our guests." He grabbed both my hands, decorum no longer a concern. We giggled as we ran through the stone hallways to his bedchamber. His hands caught up within my hair, his mouth claiming mine with force and yet tenderness well beyond any I had ever known. His body pressed mine against the door. "My dark haired beauty," he smiled and pushed the soft curves of my flesh into his. I fumbled to open the door, to enter in so our games of love could begin. His fingers began swiftly removing my bodice, my gown, tossing me upon the bed. He stood beside the bed, removing my stockings, kissing my legs as his hands slowly rolled them over my calves. My head swam from the drink, my heart beat wildly against my breast, and my mind wandered to the moments when Lady Anne would enter to lay her flesh naked before me. Would it be this night? Or another? I crawled up on my knees, thrusting my breasts into his face. Laughing at the way he nuzzled between them. His tongue encircled each nipple, and flicked each as pert as on a cold night. I raked my hands over his back, the cool fabric of his shirt rustling against my fingers. My fingers trailed to the front of his breeches, rubbing against him. I beseeched him with my dark eyes, my hands unfastening his clothing. He pulled his shirt from his taut form, my legs quivered at the thought of him entering within me; I was so moist from the lingering touches in the banquet hall. He stepped from the cumbersome clothes and trappings of royalty, tossing me onto my back. Crawling on the bed, he pounced upon me. My body rose to meet his, a gasp escaping my lips as he entered me. I closed my eyes, biting my bottom lip as he thrust slowly in and out within me. In and out, slowly building the fire within me. His hands wandered over my skin, gently rubbing my bottom, the backs of my thighs as he slowly pushed within me. The rhythm of our bodies was well matched. Each thrust, his pushes, became deeper and more forceful. I began to tighten around him, to pant in the anticipation of release. "Yes," he brought his lips to my throat, sucking at the soft flesh as his hands entangled in my hair. "Yes, mi amor, yes." My hips rocked to meet him, to encompass every stroke within me. Ever tightening around him, I at last shuddered against him, a mini release, a precursor to what would soon come. He looked down upon me; his eyes conveyed the purest love. "My love," he whispered, wrapping his arms about me, as he thrust slowly within me. He slowly withdrew from me, and then proceeded to enter me with an equally slow descent. "My dark haired angel," he whispered. Phillip withdrew when we heard a gentle scraping noise at the door. "Lay back, my love. Relax." I reclined on the bed, and then thought better of it, grappling for a piece of clothing with which to cover my naked form. He sauntered to the door, his sinewy form unfurled for the entire world to see. Lady Anne gasped and a blush came to her cheeks when her eyes drank in the nude form before her, me stretched out upon the bed with only Phillip's shirt covering my breasts. "Your highness," she moved to cover her eyes. Phillip grabbed her lithe hand and pulled her into the room. "Your attendant," she stammered, " He said you requested an audience with me." "The audience isn't with me, Lady Anne, but rather with your Queen." Phillip led her to the bed, where I lay. I began to tremble, nervous, unsure of what was to come. "Your highness," Anne addressed me. The flush had left her cheeks and a look of determination had replaced the shock she portrayed only moments before. "Your highness, you want an audience with me?" "Yes." I lay prostrate on the bed, the thin fabric of Phillip's shirt so strategically placed as to cover my body from her eyes. So this was the game played by men, requesting audiences with young ladies of the court. I was seeking pleasure as a man would seek it from a girl who was no angel, despite the appearance of her fair eyes, hair, and skin. That word, that word of permission, released Anne from the confines of station. She reached one ivory hand over and dragged her silken flesh against the skin of my face. I reveled in the softness. Her hands trailed over my flesh, the pressure no more than a tickle. She left the shirt there upon my skin, that barrier somehow acknowledged and accepted. Her fingers danced over my thighs and over my legs, resting briefly over the thin white cotton. Phillip began to remove Anne's garments, but his eyes remained upon me, following Anne's hands as they played upon my skin. Her garments fell to the floor; she stepped from them, and crawled towards me on the bed. She looked like a tigress as she crawled towards me, her breasts swaying gently with each movement. Her hands played with my hair as her lips sought mine. Her kisses were tender, her lips lingering on mine. Each tender kiss made me bolder. If I was seeking pleasure, as a man would go about it, then should I not have the authority to claim my pleasure? My fingers entangled in her hair, I darted my tongue within her warm mouth. A moan escaped her lips. I sucked upon her bottom lip. Gripping her arms, I flipped her on her back. I pressed my lips to hers, her skin so soft beneath me. Her fingers dug into my flesh. Her nipples were pink and pert. I rolled each one within my fingers; she bucked beneath me. My fingers trailed over her flesh, color spread across her chest and into her cheeks. I felt the soft curve of her belly and brushed my fingers over the curls between her thighs. She seemed to quiver beneath me. I simply trailed my fingers over her ivory thighs. The taught flesh was speckled with goose bumps. I bit at her neck, and she moaned and writhed beneath me. I parted her with my fingers and felt how moist she was. She surely wanted me. She threw her head back when I began to rub her clit gently back and forth. I climbed between her thighs. I felt Phillip behind me. He mounted me as I began to minister to Anne. I wanted her to scream for more, to cry out my name or to thank a higher power for the pleasure she found in my touch. I lost my head for only a moment as Phillip thrust slowly in and out of me, a rhythm I decided to mimic with my fingers. I thrust two fingers within her tight walls. I wanted to taste of her, to see if she would taste as I did. I brought my tongue to her pink slit, and lapped at the moistness beneath her curls. She tasted sweet and salty at the same time. Her smell aroused me as Phillip began to thrust deeper within me. I wiggled my fingers within her, her slender hands rose to play in my hair. I lapped at her clit, my tongue ever increasing its speed as Phillip increased his thrusting within me. I felt myself tightening, the warmth spreading over my thighs, my stomach, my breasts, my backside...until at last, I screamed out with the ultimate release. Anne began to tighten her grip on my hair, when I stopped my ministrations, she began to moan and beg, "Please, my lord...please don't stop." I wiggled my fingers harder, thrusting them in and out within her. My tongue planted firmly against her, she took one hand away from my hair and twisted one pert nipple between her fingers. Phillip could no longer hold out, his thrusts grew harder and his breathing grew more labored. At last, he pushed hard within me, holding himself within me, his body convulsing against mine, his seed spilling forth within me. He withdrew slowly, his seed seeping down my leg. Anne moaned beneath me, at long last, I slid one more finger within her and she bucked wildly under me, her body quivering, a loud gasp escaping her lips. Phillip sat in a chair by the roaring fire, watching the two of us. Anne motioned for me to come closer, for my lips to press once more against hers. I lay beside her, one hand gently flicking at her pert nipples. She began to kiss me, to run her hands over my skin. "Clean my lady up." He ordered Anne, pointing at the seed that had spilled forth from within me. Anne complied; a moan welled up from her throat. Her tongue licked my thighs. I felt myself stirring again. I giggled when she reached the tenderest parts of my legs. My nipples stood fully erect. Anne came up to kiss me and nibbled at my breasts, sending my head spinning more than the drink ever had. As I had done to her, she parted me with her fingers and gently rocked her fingers against my clit. She took one finger out of me and put it in her mouth, licking my dampness from her finger. She slammed her finger within me. Then I gasped when I felt her toying with my backside. Her finger rubbed my moistness against this other opening. She probed me with her finger, and then pushed against me. Gently her finger slid within me. She wriggled it from side to side. It felt so strange. Warmth spread throughout my body. She stuck two fingers of her other hand inside me. Her one finger still wriggling within my backside. She brought her mouth down to my clit and sucked it in and out of her mouth. Within moments I was rocking into her hands, into her mouth, crying out for more. At long last, I felt myself released from the ministrations of her hands and her mouth. She ground her thigh into me as she brought her fingers to her mouth and cleaned all traces of my juices from her fingertips. Her hair made a canopy around us as she bent down to kiss my lips. We made love all night. Phillip would join in and kiss me and enter my flesh. He would direct us and watch from the safety of his chair by the fire as we made love all night. At long last, I passed out from pleasure. The last thing I heard was Phillip saying, "You two belong within the ranks of the succubi." If only he had known. Mad Juana's Lament Ch. 03 Anne was a constant playmate of ours for nearly a year before I found them together alone. I was five months pregnant and had only begun to show. Even in my state, I was delirious with desire. I had written Phillip a sensual poem, which I could not wait to share. I hastened to his room through the secret passages and tunnels he had shown me. I stopped short of pushing open the door into his chambers. I pushed the door ajar slightly. A gentle moaning made its way to my ears. There I saw Anne bent over Phillip's desk, his royal staff firmly planted within her firm backside. The heat rose into my cheeks, my chest rose and fell, each breath threatening to give me away. Phillip flipped her over, her legs spread wide open. She held them thusly as he slid within her slickness. He grunted and moaned as he spilt his seed within her. He hungrily kissed her lips. She giggled and wrapped her arms and legs around him as they kissed. He ran his mouth over her throat. Tears stung at the backs of my eyes. They burned hot, rolling over my cheeks, soaking into the high collar of my gown. Fury welled up within me, my hands clenched into balls by my sides. I wanted to hit them. I wanted to watch Lady Anne bleed for her betrayal. I watched as she kissed down his belly, taking his flaccidness into her mouth, sucking and licking at him. He ran his hands through her hair as she sat upon her knees, closing his eyes. She encircled the tip with her tongue, her hand fondling him, playing over his flesh. He laughed at her, sucking in sharply when she took him fully into her mouth. He grew stiff under her touch. I knew all too well how her hands could bring one to wanting more. Yes, even when you thought you were sated, she could make you cry out and beg for more. I tried to hold my tears in, to stifle the hate that boiled within my blood. I wanted to rip her eyes out, to scratch at her pretty skin, to tear her golden hair from her head. I watched as she smiled up at him, as she rubbed him against her soft cheek. Her tongue lapping up and down. Her lips kissing his thighs, and stirring his blood. Phillip yanked her to her feet and brought his lips to hers, devouring her mouth. Anne leaned up against his desk, basking in his touch. His fingers toyed and pricked at each pert nipple. His lips suckled her throat and nibbled her ears. I could hear the soft moans escaping her lips, those two beautiful lips that I had known as my own. She was mine as surely as Phillip had been. She thrust her chest out to meet Phillip's lips as his tongue darted over each nipple. Anne arched her back and sucked in a sharp breath as his teeth grazed her flesh. Anne's slender fingers came down to carress beneath her curls, her fingers fluttered wildly and Phillip smiled with smug satisfaction to watch this angel pleasure herself. His hands ministered to her prickled skin, the gooseflesh brought on by his every touch. She moaned and writhed, the waves of warmth spreading through her body. Phillip grabbed her legs and shoved her onto her back across the desk. He thrust mercilessly into her as her head thrashed from side to side, the tiny moans crescendoing into one long release. Phillip pounded away at her, not the loving way at which he made love to me. There was passion in the way their skin slapped together as he slammed into her over and over again. There was anamilistic urgency. He thrust hard into her, pushing her body nearly sliding her off the desk. He would jerk her back and thrust ever harder, until at last he slammed hard writhing above her, kissing her lips and fondling the pliable flesh of her backside. I heard the sound of my voice, "A DIOS MIO, Oh My God!" I felt my hand slam the door open. I tore over to the pair and slapped her across the face. She scrambled for her clothes, a mask of confusion descending over her brow. "A DIOS MIO!" I screamed it over and over again. "BRUJA! Witch!" I cried. "How dare you!" I spat at his feet. Phillip made no apologies, nor did he scramble to dress. He stood watching the scene unfold. I grabbed her hand; tears began to stream down her face. "BRUJA!" I screamed, "May the Diablo take you to hell!" My eyes flashed to Phillip's dagger, it lay jutting precariously from the heap of clothes on the floor. I reached for it. She fought against me trying to get away. I wrapped my hand around her golden hair. Dragging her by her tresses, I struggled to get my free hand around the hilt of the dagger. Anne sobbed and struggled to get my hand free from her beautiful thick hair. I slapped her cheek, my hand causing a red mark to spread across her ivory face. Her body shook, her nakedness, her vulnerability very apparent to me. "Your highness," her voice quivered. "Your highness please..." She pleaded, her hands clasped. I slapped her again, the other cheek now stained red from this new blow. At long last, I gripped the dagger within my free hand. When Phillip saw the dagger in my hand, he made a move to stop me. I slashed at him, "I hate you!" I screamed. I gnashed my teeth and a terrible roar came forth my chest. "Juana, my dark angel." He cooed at me as one coos at a frighten animal. "Give me the dagger" "I hate you," I screamed again as the dagger slashed at him, cutting his hand. He wrapped his torn flesh with the shirt that lay on the floor, but he was too late. I had already begun to damage the beautiful lady Anne. I brought the blade down in a sawing motion at her hair, that beautiful golden hair. The dagger ripped her hair, the strands floating to the floor like spun gold. Lady Anne wailed as I pulled her hair taut and sawed it off her head. Phillip grappled with me, his hands struggling to get me off Anne. He tried to get the dagger out my hands. "I'll rip your bastard of a child from my belly," I screamed at him, "I hate you! I will not give birth to the son of Satan" I kicked and scratched at him. I spit in his face. I made attempts to stab at my protruding belly. His hand held fast to my wrist. My screams mingled with Lady Anne's wailing brought in the king's guard. Together with Phillip, they pried the dagger from my hands. Conveying me to the bed in his chambers, the guards held me down as I spit and writhed. I watched as Phillip helped that whore to her feet. As he helped her dress, I cussed and spit at the soldier's. They held me gingerly, holding in high regard the heir I carried within my womb. I laughed at the mess I had made of the lovely Lady Anne. A bruise was forming on her cheek where I had slapped her viciously. Her hair was chopped off in random jagged edges. Her eyes were rimmed with red from her crying. I laughed until tears began to form in my eyes. Why was Phillip seeing to her, that whore? I was his beloved, was I not? "Take her to the North Tower," Phillip commanded. "That way, she can't hurt herself." They lifted me up. "Phillip!" I called, "Phillip, why are you doing this to me?" I kicked and screamed. One guard lost his grip on my leg and received a blow to the face. They carried me as one would have carried a carpet. Two held my upper body and two my lower body, they wrapped my skirts tight against my body with the pulls from the bed they tied my feet and arms together. "That oughtta do it." A guard nodded to them. "Send word to Queen Isabella." Phillip snapped at one of his men. "Tell her to come and take this crazy bitch home." I had deceived myself. I had thought I had found true love in the one place I knew true love never could exist, in the Castles of Kings and Queens.